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Dance
Watch me.
1,2,3,4,5,6
Come on,
Baby.
You were
Hitting me
With those
Combinations
Quicker
And quicker
Challenging
My mind
To find
New ways
Of thinking
About it-
Shadows
Hunched
Over the halls
Of dance
Bringing it
Back up
4, 5, 6
To Street People
By Foxfire
And no one
To tell me
That
I was too
Young
To be
Absorbing
Your sex:
Something
Illicit;
Otherwise
I would have
Never known
What
My body
Was going
To look like
In a few
Years
Jetting
Through
The studio
(Of gay,
Black male
Instructors
With your
Whiteness
Infused)
If you hadn’t
Shown "it" (woman-ness)
To me.
#Joel Hall #Boitsov #Hubbard Street #Dance Teacher
1,2,3,4,5,6
Come on,
Baby.
You were
Hitting me
With those
Combinations
Quicker
And quicker
Challenging
My mind
To find
New ways
Of thinking
About it-
Shadows
Hunched
Over the halls
Of dance
Bringing it
Back up
4, 5, 6
To Street People
By Foxfire
And no one
To tell me
That
I was too
Young
To be
Absorbing
Your sex:
Something
Illicit;
Otherwise
I would have
Never known
What
My body
Was going
To look like
In a few
Years
Jetting
Through
The studio
(Of gay,
Black male
Instructors
With your
Whiteness
Infused)
If you hadn’t
Shown "it" (woman-ness)
To me.
#Joel Hall #Boitsov #Hubbard Street #Dance Teacher
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